The Solitude of Man I stand within the confines of a solitary land I watch the human spirit as it leaves another man There is no mere exsistance in this land of solitude The Gods look down upon them as useless destitudes Why do we forsake them in the hour of their needs Let no man among us procure their evil deeds We as mortal men cannot recieve the blame For those who kneel beneath us are made of sorrow and shame Justice was passed upon their wickedness Their is no true emotion among their bitterness They are here because of acts all of which are true Remember life was taken because of ones like you We here who walk this land, are Keepers of the Gate They must rely on us to ensure they have a fate Omega the archer
Reason for writing:
Dedicated to those who work day in and day out in dangerous enviroments where the most dangerous of people are kept.Birth sign: Not entered
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